Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2000 20:22:33 -0400
From: K
Subject: "Oh Daddy My Daddy" 10
The following depicts graphical sex between men and young men - so again
all admonitions apply. You know what they are ... This is pure fantasy.
Otherwise enjoy.
This story is number 10 in the "Oh Daddy, My Daddy" series.
Saturday night and Carl stages a small private party for Steve.
And, oh yea, Bobby's back!!!!
While this tale should stand on its own, and get something else to stand up!
you might want to catch how it all began in Chapters 1-9.
This chapter took a long time to write - but hopefully patience is rewarded.
Again many thanks to all who wrote saying they've been enjoying the series.
Keep those "cards and letters" pouring in for inspiration!
Oh Daddy, My Daddy-10
Carl Rises
I broke into a frantic run along the upstairs hallway trying to get back to
the Master Suite - to Carl. My low hanging balls flopped back and forth
between my thighs. As I fled past open doorways I caught quick glimpses of
naked, muscular men swarming like bees atop large beds in each
room. Somewhere at the center of each of those frenzied scenes I knew that
one of the young boys from the evening's big "show" was serving the big
throbbing mancocks of all comers. I could picture in my mind their smooth,
satin bodies writhing as cock after cock filled their small mouths and
tight boypussies. The deep masculine moans and grunts of "cockslut,"
"cocksucker," and "pussyboy" from the men echoed in my ears as they spewed
their heavy cum loads into the boys.
At the end of the hallway I burst through the large double oak doors and
came to an abrupt stop on the plush carpet. It was as if time and space
stood still. I heard the doors behind me slowly close and click shut as my
eyes took in the magnificence of Carl. He sat naked in the center of the
king size bed leaning back against a mass of large black leather encased
pillows. His hands were clasped behind his head in what may have seemed to
him a relaxing pose - but not to me. My choked breath caught in my throat -
I was in awe. His strong, bulging shoulders and mammoth chest of etched
muscle were highlighted in the soft light. Just looking at his strong vein
popping arms and his enormous soccer ball sized biceps made my balls
ache. I felt my cock start to fill with blood as I imagined pressing my
face into his dark, hair choked armpits. My own nipples hardened as I
stared at his thick muscle corded pecs and his large dark downward pointed
nipples. My mouth felt dry as my eyes traveled lower - down across his
rippled abs, his tight narrow waist, to his crotch.
I think I heard myself moan deep in my parched throat as I took in the
sight of his obscenely huge genitals splayed out between his spread
legs. There framed between thick corded thighs lay his grapefruit sized
balls resting on the cool bed sheets in their low hanging sack. His thick
vein encased cock lay at rest across his left hip, not yet extended to it's
full shocking 11 inch length. Even from this distance, I detected a small
twitch in his massive flared cockhead, as if his cockslit lips smacked
together contemplating my arrival.
"Mmmmmmmmmm ... Steve, you're back! Good!" his deep masculine voice
rumbled. "Come here, I invited young Bobby and his Dad to join us."
I swear ... that's when I first noticed the two others standing next to
Carl's bed - my eyes had been so taken with his majestic body that
everything else in the room blurred in comparison.
Young Bobby stood naked, save for what looked like a brown leather dog
collar around his neck, staring subserviently downward at the carpeted
floor, his blond hair cast over his forehead. As when I first saw him,
standing 5 foot 6, he looked no more than 14 years old even though I knew
his age was 18. His smooth supple swimmer's build took on a soft golden
glow in the room's subdued light. The fine blond hair dusting his legs
seemed to sparkle as did the golden tuft of crotch hair that crowned his
boycock as it hung softly over his surprisingly low hung hairless balls. I
remembered how his 8 thick inches looked when hard - obscenely big in
proportion to his body.
His 40 year old Dad towered at his son's side. I nervously chewed at my
lower lip as I once again appreciated his father's huge muscled body and
dark handsome face. The man stood well over 6 foot tall next to his son and
his obvious body-builder trained torso took my breath away every time I saw
it. His huge smooth chest with pectoral muscles that jutted out over a
rippled thin stomach, while no match to Carl, made my mouth water. His
muscle flared athletic thighs framed a massive 10 inch cock endowment - now
semi hard and arching up out of his thick black-haired crotch and over his
fat hairy ballsack.
My gaze locked into his deep black eyes and I could see steaming lust
etched there as he stared back at me. His dark longish hair and angular
square jaw with its constant unshaven look made my asshole quiver at the
thought of that handsome masculine face pressed between my taunt ass cheeks
licking at my hole - his thick black mustache teasing my asslips the whole
time.
Bobby's Dad who had a strong hand massaging one of his son's awesome bubble
ass cheeks pulled back and slapped it hard. THWACKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!
"Cockslut!!! What did your Daddy teach you when a MAN comes in the room?!
`Specially one naked like Steve here?"
"YES SIR!! ... SORRY, SIR!" answered Bobby meekly as he quickly approached
me and fell to his knees on the carpet.
"Welcome, SIR!" he said to me as he leaned forward and for an instant
enveloped by semi- engorged cockhead in his steamy wet boy mouth.
Bobby released my cock and rolled onto his back on the floor, lifting and
spreading his legs. His tight bubble ass cheeks spread revealing his
hairless asscrack and small pink boyhole. He wet a finger in his mouth and
rubbed it around his boypussy. As he slid the finger in deep, he looked up
at me with his beautiful face and said, "You may use my cockslut mouth or
my hot boypussy, as you wish, sir!"
My cock throbbed to full erection.
Carl laughed and turned to Bobby's Dad. "Training the little slut well, I
see!"
Bobby's Dad smiled back and replied, "Yea, the little cunt is hot for
cock. It was easy. I can't wait till I take him to work with me this week
at the construction site. Wait till all those hot young Blacks and the rest
of my workers visit me in the site trailer to get their work
assignments. Oh yea! They'll work all right!!"
"That reminds me," retorted Carl. "I have something to show you, but first
..." he turned to me and said, "Steve, help Bobby up ... you boys stand
there, side by side at the foot of the bed where we can see you."
A shiver ran through me. "Boy!" he called me "Boy!"! I was 36 years old,
twice the age of Bobby, but to Carl I was his boy - his sex toy!
I extended my hand to Bobby, and he grasped it and stood quickly at my side
facing Carl and his Dad. Bobby's father climbed into the bed next to Carl
and the two masculine men sat there just staring at us - at our nakedness.
"Run your hands up and down your chest, boys ... slowly!" commanded Carl.
As we complied, the two men reached between their muscled legs and started
to fondle their big ballsacks.
"Now tease those hot boynips! Get'm hard!" ordered Carl.
I used both hands to pull and twist my nips, hearing Bobby moan next to me
as he did the same.
"OK boys, now suck on your pointer fingers ... There! Get'm slut dripping
wet ... Good boys!! ... Now run those wet fingertips in small light
circles around your hard boynips! ... Yea!!!!!!!" continued Carl.
My cock was up hard and starting to drool as I followed Carl's orders. The
teasing of my nipples was sending electric shocks down to my balls and deep
in my asshole. Next to me I could see Bobby was in the same condition - his
fat 8 inch boycock throbbing and leaking precum drool off the tip.
"Now, sluts ... Turn around and bend over! ... Reach back and spread those
tight cheeks ... Show us your boypussies!!! OH YEA!!!!!!!!" I heard Carl
moan as we both complied.
"Make those pussies wink at us! Come'on! Think about these big fucksticks
pushing into those hot boypussies!!!"
I concentrated on squeezing and relaxing my sphincter, feeling my face
flush at how lewd I was being.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," I heard Bobby's Dad say. "Carl, your boy there has a hot ass
- just a touch of manly ass hair to make it interesting! Pulling at those
hairs with your lips as you force your tongue into the slut must be fun!"
"OK, enough boys ... Come over here!" Carl ordered. I went to stand next to
his side of the bed, feasting my eyes on his now fully erect 11 inch
cock. "Damn!" I thought to myself, "Look how thick that fucktool is!"
Bobby went to his Dad, and I could see the lust in his young eyes as he
stared at his father's own formidable 10 inch hard daddycock.
Carl produced a pair of leather cockrings, tossing one to Bobby's
Dad. "Rig'm up," he said as he proceeded to tightly snap the leather ring
around the base of my erection. "Ohhhhhh!" I groaned at how tight he made
it. My cock swelled beyond its normal length, gorged now with trapped
blood. A wad of my precum oozed out and gathered at the tip of my cockhead.
"And these too!" continued Carl. He grasped my swollen balls in his strong
hand and pulled them down to the point it was almost painful, and lashed on
a leather ball separator. I looked over and saw Bobby's Dad fitting his son
in the same manner. "That'll keep the sluts from shooting their boy cream,"
said Carl.
"Now Steve, go get that video tape on the desk over there, and pop it in
the VCR for me." As I quickly complied, Carl turned to Bobby's Dad and
said, "This is what I wanted you to see ... it's guaranteed to warm us and
the boys up."
As soon as I located the tape and slid it into the entertainment unit's
slot, a huge projection TV along one wall of the room came to life.
"Boys ... get on the bed here ... on all 4s facing the screen. Bobby and I
positioned ourselves for our men by crawling over their bodies - our eager
boy asses thrust back at them. Carl started pawing my small hard ass cheeks
as he said to Bobby's Dad, "Buddy of mine made this tape. I know you'll
like it."
As both Bobby and I knelt there on our hands and knees, I was torn between
looking straight down at Carl's glorious thick cock or up at the big
screen. Carl was making it more difficult for me as I felt him run one of
his big thumbs up and down my ass crack - stopping on each pass to press
lightly against my hot manhole.
The large TV screen showed what looked like a teenage boys baseball
game. The crowd noise of cheering fans emanating from the floor to ceiling
dual speakers on either side of the screen.
Carl suddenly grasped both my small hard ass cheeks in his big hands and
spread them wide. He reached over to the nightstand and lifted up a small
ceramic pitcher. I started to breath in heavy gasps as he poured a warm
liquid at the top of my spread ass. I felt the heat of the mixture slowly
roll down my to cover my manhole. He leaned in and licked up and down my
now wet steamy crack. I heard him moan, then felt his wet fat tongue
teasing my asslips. "We men are hungry for some hot buttered boypussy when
we watch our movies!" he laughed.
My attention was drawn back to the TV screen when I head voices speaking
from the sound system. Carl turned to Bobby's Dad and said, "Guy's name is
Jeb Thomas, goes by the nickname JT. He's baseball coach over at the county
high school ..."
* * * * *
"Alright, you pack of naked river rats! Finish your showers and get dressed
and outta here! I need to close up!" yelled Coach JT over the din of some
20 young boys in the locker room. The Coach stood just outside his office
door surveying the noisy madhouse up and down the locker aisles. His Junior
Varsity team had just won 4-2 over their cross town rivals, and all they
boys were cheering, congratulating each other, and getting ready to head
out to celebrate.
The boys knew not to mess with the Coach though, and when he said get a
move on, they did. JT stood like a sentry over the bedlam – his deep
chocolate black skin gleaming in the florescent lights. All the boys liked
the 38 year old handsome blackman and were envious of his 6 foot 3 muscled
body. He stood with his 220 pound frame etched in a tight sweat soaked gray
T-shirt and sweat pants that had been cut to just above the knee. He knew
enough not to make them any shorter or he'd end up exposing his fat
drooling uncut cockhead as he watched the naked boys cavort. JT had an
unruly 12 inch thick mancock that liked young boyflesh. He loved to let it
hang naturally and never wore underwear or a jock. Right now that massive
cock made a very visible bulge down his right thigh. The thick precum slop
he was seeping mixed with the sweat stained cotton so for now he felt he
could relax and enjoy the flesh show. With his attention drawn to all the
boycock and hot boy ass in the room, he didn't notice that his thick flow
of precum was dripping onto his dirty sneakers.
Coach JT smiled as the boys left in ones and twos. He brought his hand up
and idly scratched the side of his shaven head, his melon bicep bulging
with the movement. Across the room, little Danny O'Shea stood with only a
towel wrapped around his slim hips and stared at his idol. A slight shiver
ran though his young 16 year old body as he saw the dark sweat soaked
armpit of the Coach. That's when the Coach locked eyes with him.
Danny couldn't move. He felt his snow white freckled cheeks blush.
"O'Shea, get your tiny ass over here!" JT gruffly yelled into the now
almost empty locker room. The remaining boys heard his commanding tone of
voice and quickly made themselves scarce, leaving the Coach and Danny alone
in the musky room.
Danny quickly scampered over to the Coach, his towel flapping. The view
from the gaping towel showing nicely muscled boy thigh was not lost on
JT. "Y ... ye ...yes, Sir?" Danny stammered.
JT looked down into the boy's deep crystal blue eyes and licked his
lips. Danny stared up at his coach with a look of fear on his cute freckled
face. JT slowly scanned the almost naked boy from his midnight black short
hair with its front brushed up and gelled in the popular style, down across
his pert Irish nose to the boy's milky white trim body.
"Get your sorry little butt in my office. I'm thinking of playing you next
week as back up catcher!"
Danny's eyes became saucers and a huge smile split his delectable face,
spreading his pouting soft lips and showing snow white teeth.
"Alright!!!!!" the boy exclaimed as he dashed into the office.
Coach JT turned away from the now deserted locker room and watched Danny's
small bubble ass bounce against the tightly wrapped towel as the boy almost
danced into his private office. JT licked his lips again.
* * * * *
"Like the show so far?" I heard Carl asked Bobby's Dad as he pulled his
face away from deep inside my ass crack. The cool air hit my wet tongue
lashed manhole and make it twitch.
"Yeaaaaaa! Hot little piece of boycunt! And is that fucking tube down the
coach's leg for real?" asked Bobby's Dad.
"Wait till you see it!" laughed Carl.
"Carl ... you gotta have a taste here of my boy! Mmmmmmm damn, his boycunt
tastes so good tonight!"
I felt the bed shift as Carl leaned over. At the sound of wet juicy
slurping I looked over into Bobby's face. He was contorted in lust, his
big boy cock throbbing between his legs, a steady stream of boy precum
dribbling down onto his father's stomach. We had been ordered not to touch
our cocks, and I felt mine was ready to burst.
The bed shifted again as Carl said, "Oh fuck! Yea man, delicious! Love the
way the little cockslut's pussy lips flutter when I deep tongue his
boyhole!"
Carl pawed one of my ass cheeks and reached under to fondle my tightly
bound balls, "Miss me, boy?"
I moaned and my nipples became hard stones as he plunged his thick hot wet
tongue back into my open manhole.
* * * * *
Coach JT had taken a seat in his armless office chair, his thighs spread
wide. The leg holes of his cut off sweat pants rode up on his muscled ebony
thighs. A wet trail of his precum slop along his right inner thigh attested
to his excitement. Even now, a huge dark wet stain spread over the massive
bulge that his cockhead made in the thin cotton.
"Come stand here, boy!" JT ordered as he pointed between his legs. Danny
quickly stood in front of his coach, his knees bumping the chair seat.
"So, you like the idea of being back up catcher?" he asked the young boy.
"Ohhh yes, SIR!" replied Danny excitedly. "It's what I've dreamed of! I'll
show you! I can do it!"
"Well, boy ...," answered JT. "Looks like you have good enough arms," the
Coach said as he reached out and rubbed his dark black hands slowly over
Danny's white biceps. "And pretty good chest muscles." JT slid his strong
hands up and down the boy's budding chest making sure to flick at the boy's
small nipples as his fingers passed over them.
"Ohhhhh!" Danny exclaimed in a soft yelp.
"What is it, boy? You like your nips touched?" asked the Coach as his
fingers clamped onto the boy's now hard little nips, firmly twisting and
pulling at them.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhhhhhh SIR!" moaned Danny as he visibly bit his lower pouting
lip.
Coach JT continued to roughly paw at Danny's hard little boy nips. Finally
dropping his hands, he ordered, "We need to toughen you up! You take over
... grab each of your nipples and twist and pull hard at them, boy!" Danny
did as his Coach commanded, pulling at his little nubs and making small
whimpers. JT went on to rub Danny's naked chest and stomach until he saw a
swelling in the front of the boy's towel. "Well, boy, we'll have to get you
fitted with the correct equipment now."
The Coach reached over to his desk and pulled a number of items from one of
the drawers. "The most important piece of equipment for a catcher is not
his glove, you'll learn boy, ... ... it's his cup," JT continued as he
produced a size "Small" jockstrap and metal protector.
The Coach handed the small white jockstrap to Danny and told him to put it
on. He watched as the boy stopped pulling at his nipples to drop his towel
and expose his plump semi-erect boycock. JT leaned back in his chair idly
running a hand across his sweat soaked T-shirt as he watched. He felt his
own big nipples harden at the sight of the now totally naked boy. He
thought about binding that fat boycock in leather and teasing its plump cut
cockhead as he pumped his massive black cock into the boy's wet mouth and
ass. His huge drooling fuckstick lurched in his cutoff sweats as young
Danny turned slightly sideways to pull the jock up his legs. The side view
JT got of Danny's snow white bubble ass caused more than one thick wad of
precum slop to pump from his swollen mancock. If anyone were to look close,
they would see the shine of three or four streams of thick precum seeping
out from the Coach's pant leg hole and dripping down the side of his
muscular black thigh.
"OK boy, stand up and let me check the fit," ordered JT. "And go back to
pulling at your nips!"
Coach JT made sure to slowly and sensually run his big black hands all over
the front of Danny's now jock covered boycock and fat hairless
ballsack. Under the premise of checking how well the very small white jock
fit, he made sure to tease the boy's young horny cock into semi-hardness.
He could hear Danny start to breath a little heavy.
"Turn around," the Coach demanded.
Coach JT just stared for awhile at the perfect small white ass cheeks of
the boy. He felt his huge balls churn in their low hanging sack between his
legs at the thought of slamming his muscled hips into Danny's soft pillow
ass. He then grabbed one of the boy's little dimpled ass cheeks in each of
his big strong black hands and squeezed them. As he kneaded the two small
ass melons he told Danny to bend forward. Coach JT's cock throbbed when he
finally saw the boy's tiny pink boyhole.
"You still pulling those nips, boy?"
"Oh oh yes Sir!" replied a breathless Danny.
"Mmmmmmmmmm ... ... I'm not sure this jock fits right, boy," said the Coach
prolonging his sensual fondling of the boy's tiny ass. Then with one hand
continuing to play with Danny's butt, he reached over and picked up the
phone quickly dialing a school extension.
"Junior, its Coach JT here. You busy?" he asked into the phone. "No? Good,
get yourself over to my office. I need your help. OK, hurry."
"All right, now Danny, come over here to the massage table. Junior is on
his way over to help me here. I know he's kinda slow in the head, school
handyman and all, but he sure knows about jock straps," laughed Coach JT.
"Get up on your hands and knees, boy! OK now lean forward on your chest
... and I want your hands back on those nips! Pull and twist'm hard!" said
the Coach as Danny climbed onto the black leather padded table. JT
continued to paw the boy's now upturned milky white ass cheeks. Young Danny
was panting from the physical sensations - his sensitive nipples sending
warm flashes through his slim body, he could feel his 7 inch boycock
swelling in the tight jock.
"Oh!" exclaimed Coach JT suddenly. "I think I see the problem ... Right
here!" JT used one of his big thumbs to rub just behind Danny's pouch
covered boyballs. He watched the boy's pink boyhole pucker at the
sensation.
"What? Is something ... ... something wrong?" asked a worried Danny between
panted gasps.
"Nothing I can't fix!" said JT. "Your boy balls don't fill out the pouch
enough, making the straps back here a bit loose." Danny blushed at the
mention of his small hairless balls.
The Coach reached between Danny's spread legs and pulled down on the cotton
pouch, snapping it back to the front and leaving Danny balls exposed. The
Coach softly massaged them causing Danny to moan.
The Coach ran his big thumb up and down Danny's tight boy crack, across his
small pink hole. "Boy, you're butt here is tipped in an off angle
... ... but not to worry ... ... Coach can fix it up fine!!"
Danny's mouth opened in a gasp as the Coach's big thumb pressed against his
small boyhole, but he was determined to do whatever he needed to be backup
catcher.
"Ohhhhh Coach ... ... fix me, please!!!!!"
* * * * *
My mouth was slack as I gasped and panted, warm drool spilling from the
right side of my open lips and dripping down onto one of Carl's muscular
thighs. Oh, such exquisite torture!! My manhole was an open, deep pulsing
pit to his demanding tongue. Deeper and deeper he probed into my manpussy,
his massively strong hands holding my ass cheeks spread in an iron grip. I
couldn't move. I had to surrender - utterly surrender - to his demanding
onslaught. I felt his hot wet flicking tongue lash at my insides finding
tender spots I never knew existed. My ass crack and leather encased balls
were dripping from his warm saliva.
I strained my neck to look over at young Bobby as he knelt next to me on
the large bed. His head hung limply from his tightly muscled neck and
shoulders. The look on his face, eyes rolled back in their sockets showing
almost eerily white, was one of supreme lust and abandon as his Daddy
noisily slurped at his boycunt.
Suddenly, Carl's tongue was gone from my hole. I heard him fumble with the
bedside telephone.
In a hoarse, lust filled voice, he spoke rapidly into the receiver, "Pull
Clive and Trask off guard duty. Spend them up. They're needed."
The phone receiver chattered as he dropped it back in its cradle, and then
the tongue - the hot wet demanding tongue - was back!!!
* * * * *
Junior entered the Coach's office and stood staring with a brainless smile
on his handsome face. The Coach had a slim, white boy naked on his hands
and knees atop the massage table, and had two big fingers between the boy's
small butt cheeks, working in and out of the young lad's boypussy! Junior
felt his formidable cock swell at the sight.
"Ohhhhh Coach!!! Ohhhhhhh!!" the boy groaned.
"Relax that hole, boy!! Yeaaaa, rock that boy ass back onto my fingers."
Junior licked his lips, moaning as he unconsciously pawed his growing cock.
The Coach heard and turned his head to see Junior standing there playing
with his bulging crotch. He jerked his head indicating that Junior should
come closer to the massage table.
"Here boy, Junior's here. I want you to see how a real athlete wears his
jock."
Danny turned his head to see the approaching school handyman. The man was a
sight to see! Junior had trained to be a professional boxer, and his body
showed the results from his massive bulging biceps, expansive chest with
hard etched pecs, down to his muscular flaring thighs which stretched the
thin cotton material of his tan work pants. Junior at only 26 had to give
up his promising career after a serious blow to the head that left him
somewhat slow thinking. He was dedicated to the Coach for this job.
Danny stared at the young Blackman. He was always in awe of the man's body
whenever he saw him around the school, but now his attention was riveted on
the handyman's hugely distended crotch.
The Coach continued to finger Danny's tight boyhole, slowly pumping and
twisting his two fingers in and out, as he spoke. "Keep pulling your nips,
boy!" he ordered as he noticed Danny had become distracted. Danny moaned a
little whimper and redoubled his efforts all while continuing to stare at
Junior's swollen crotch.
"Junior, drop your pants and climb up on the table so you can show the boy
a real man-athlete's jock."
"Yes, Shur," Junior slurred as he quickly opened and stepped out of his
work pants. Before Danny could catch his breath at the sight of the man's
mammoth jock bulge, there it was facing him right in the face, barely an
inch away!
"Get a good look at that well packed jock, boy!" urged JT as he forcibly
pushed on the back of Danny's head. The boy's face pressed into Junior's
swollen jock pouch. Danny was breathing hard now and the hot musky scent of
Junior's jock encased balls filled his senses.
"See how a man's big balls fill that pouch ... ... Even though it's all
crusted and stained by his heavy mansweat ... ... see that boy?!"
Danny did see! Close up! His nose and open mouth were being pressed into
the bulging dirty jock and rubbed repeatedly back and forth across the
ribbed cotton material and the fat, orange-size hairy balls pushing out the
sides of Junior's jock.
"Drink in that sight, boy! A real man jock! See it, smell it!!"
Young Danny's slim naked body quivered as his senses were flooded with
Junior's jock - the feel, the smell.
"Learn to love that smell, boy! Breath deep!!" commanded the Coach.
Danny obeyed. The deep musky mansmell of sweat and dried precum burned
through him. The sensory overload of Junior's jock and balls, his own hard
sore nipples, the Coach's deep driving fingers now pressing against his
immature prostate, made his thick 6 inch boycock painfully hard and drippy.
Coach JT slid his fingers from Danny's boyhole and quickly reached under
the table, searching for and finding the 8 inch vibrating dildo he kept
hidden there for just these occasions. He rubbed the fat head of the dildo
down along his muscular black thigh, scooping up his own streaming precum
to lubricate the hard rubber shaft.
As he positioned the now dripping rubber dildo against the boy's still
gaping pussyhole, he urged the boy on. "Smell that man jock, boy!! Worship
that smell!"
The Coach pressed the dildo steadily past the boy's pussylips and into the
boy's small asshole. He leaned into whisper hotly into the boy's
ear. "Yeaaaaa, smell that man, boy!" Danny's mouth opened in a moan as the
dildo spread his boypussy lips wide. "Yeaaaa, wrap your mouth on it, boy!!
Suck on that jock! Get it all wet!! Suck it, suck it, boy!!!"
With his free hand Coach forced Danny's boyish face back and forth over
Junior's jock. The boy was becoming a robot to the commands. His wet open
boy mouth slobbered over the fat jock pouch, sucking and licking. Junior
groaned and pulled his T-shirt off, exposing his massively muscled chest
streaming with his mansweat. Precum from Junior's fat 9 inch cock, now
steel hard and extended out of the top of his jock, oozed down his deep
black cockshaft to wet the stretched jock material. Danny's mouth sucked at
it, mixing hot spit and precum smeared across his face, lips, and tongue.
"Suck that man slop in, boy!! It'll make you strong!! A great pitcher!!"
Danny's dazed brain heard "pitcher" and he redoubled his efforts. The Coach
no longer had to force Danny into Junior's jock. The boy was possessed now
- feeding at the fountain of Junior's maleness - his sweat, his thick
drooling precum. JT continued to press the thick dildo deeper into Danny's
virgin boypussy, as he slid out of his own shorts. His awesome 12 inch
mantool sprang up to horizontal, too thick and heavy to rise higher. It
throbbed and drooled.
Coach JT stood naked from the waist down and reached in to guide Danny's
mouth up and up the now soaked jock pouch, up to Junior's exposed
precum-wet cockshaft. "Lick that up, boy!! Taste that man- athlete!"
Danny's wet lips traveled higher and higher up the thick pulsing cock,
lapping at the hot precum. As his mouth reached Junior's fat cockhead, a
syrupy wad of fresh precum oozed out of the man's wide cockslit and rolled
onto Danny's tongue.
"Suck it down, boy!!" ordered the Coach. Grabbing Junior's thick cock he
directed the oozing cockhead back and forth across Danny's open lips. The
boy's mouth stretched wide over Junior's black mushroom cockhead and
Danny's tongue flicked at the seeping slit for more and more precum.
Coach took that opportunity to flip the switch on the thick 8 inch
vibrating dildo now embedded deep in the boy's ass. Danny's body flinched
and rocked. As his wet sucking mouth traveled down Junior's rigid mantool,
his own boycock exploded untouched, spewing boycream all over the leather
massage table.
The Coach reached in and scooped up the sweet boycum and started to slop in
over Danny's face. He smeared it over the boy's widely stretched lips and
Junior's thickly veined cockshaft as it sunk deeper into Danny's mouth.
"Eat that cum slop, cockslut!!!!!"
* * * * *
I moaned and chewed at my lips to keep from cumming. Carl was repeatedly
sucking at my own puffy asslips, then forcing his thick wet tongue deep
into my open manhole. I could feel him deep in me. His tongue took broad
swipes at my fucktube walls and then teased the hot wet membranes with his
tongue tip. I could hear Bobby gasping and whimpering next to me on the big
bed as his Daddy subjected him to the same treatment. Back and forth Carl
went, sucking my asslips first on one side, then the other, then plunging
in deep. My cock had been iron hard for over an hour now, drooling an
immense amount of precum onto Carl's huge balls. His 11 inch cock throbbed
below me covered in his own seeping precum.
At the sound of a knock at the bedroom doors, Carl suddenly pulled back
from my spread ass with a SMACK of his wet lips. "Yea?" he called out in
his deep masculine voice.
The doors opened and in walked two young, muscled Blackmen - Clive and
Trask, the off duty guards I assumed.
The doors closed behind them as they strode to the foot of the bed. They
stood there with muscles bulging and stretching their uniforms.
"Fuck the sluts' mouths!!!" Carl commanded.
With sneers on both their faces, the two guard reached to their crotches
and unzipped. Out sprung two thick, long black cocks with fat cockheads
dripping in precum.
The guard in front of me grasped his shaft at the base with one hand and
using his other hand against the side of my face, directed his wet cockhead
to my mouth. As his cock stretched my open lips and slid across my wet
tongue, I felt Carl's long tongue drive back into my open sloppy ass.
* * * * *
"Danny ... ... Danny ... ... you in here?" The call echoed in the empty
locker room.
Coach JT heard the yell just as he was pressing his bloated cockhead into
Danny's spread pussylips. He had been directing his precum drooling
cockhead back and forth over the boy's ass pussy using both hands to grasp
his long thick cock. He loved the feel of the hot wet asslips fluttering
against his wet cockhead. Young Danny was lost to the world with Junior's
9 inch fat cock stuffed down his milking throat. Junior had his head
thrown back grunting in pleasure as he repeatedly thrust his narrow muscled
hips up trying to force more of his cock into the boy.
Coach JT jabbed his hips hard and drove his fat cockhead into the boy. He
froze there, savoring the tight virgin grasp of the boy's asspussy on his
cock. He heard Danny's muffled grunt around Junior's long cock buried in
his throat.
"Danny? ... Are you .... Oh my god!!!!"
Coach looked up to see a burly man in his office doorway. The man stood
frozen, his mouth hanging open as he stared at the scene in front of him.
Coach felt the boy flinch adding extra pressure on his cockhead lodged in
the boy's asspussy. He looked back to see Danny with utter terror in his
eyes forcing his mouth up off Junior's huge black cock.
"Dad!!!!!!!" Danny croaked before Junior reached over with one of his big
beefy hands on top of the boy's head and forced Danny's mouth back down on
his cock. "Suck!" Junior grunted. Danny's further reply was muffled around
the fat spit-soaked cock and it thrust into his mouth, distending his
throat as it drove deep.
"Wha ... ... wha ... ... What's hap ... happening?!!!!" choked out Danny's
Dad.
Coach JT was an expert at observation having to monitor hundreds of boys in
his job. Immediately he noticed the new arrival - Danny's father? -
starting to breath heavy in reaction to what he saw going on in the
office. The Coach was quick to also notice that the man stood frozen,
unable to move. More importantly, he saw a glint of something in the man's
eyes - lust?
The Coach took a gamble. As he forced more of his thick black cock into
Danny's tight boypussy, he said to the man in a hot sultry voice, "Feeding
the little cockslut what he wants! Big hard mancock!"
It seemed like minutes passed in silence other than the wet slurping sounds
of Danny sucking Junior's cock. Coach watched for a reaction from the
man. The man only stared and mumbled, "Danny? Danny? ... Son? My baby?"
That's when Coach JT saw it - a long, huge mass bulge down the man's left
pantleg.
Coach gambled again. "Yeaaaaaa!!!! Hot tight boypussy milking my mancock!!
Fucking that tight, wet boycunt!!"
The man's eyes blinked and came to rest on the junction where the Coach's
massive cock lay buried 4 inches into Danny's small upturned ass. Coach
flexed his muscular hips one more time and sunk another 2 inches of his
ebony cock into the boy. "Yeaaaaaaaaaa!!!" he moaned with still another 6
inches of stud cock to go.
Coach saw the bulge in the man's pantleg move in a jerk reaction, a
fist-sized mass at its end press out against the pant material.
"Feels soooooooo hot!!! And wet!!! And goooooooood!!!" Coach moaned as he
almost taunted the man.
The man opened his mouth to say something but only a small, scratchy choke
came out. The Coach watched, his massive cock buried half way into Danny's
ass, feeling the boy's hot wet insides spasm along his fuckshaft.
Patrick O'Shea, Danny's father, stood and stared. His burly, muscled chest
rose and fell in hot labored breaths pushing against his tight shirt and
fireman's jacket. A hot flush ran up and down his 38 year old body and
centered in his crotch as he watched the two big black cocks pump into his
boy. In a daze, he realized his formidable 10 inch cock had never been as
hard as it was now. It almost hurt as it strained against his work pants, a
silver dollar-sized precum stain soaking though where his exceptionally
large flared cockhead pulsed and leaked.
In a zombie trance, he shuffled his feet to reach his boy ... His beautiful
Danny.
He reached out a strong laborer's hand and lightly rested it on Danny's
naked, sweat-soaked back. "Danny???" he sighed.
The Coach slowly reached up and covered Patrick O'Shea's hand with his own
strong black paw. Danny's dad looked first at the big black hand covering
his - so hot and sweaty., then up into the Coach's eyes.
"Feel it," said the Coach softly as he slowly moved Danny's father's hand
down along his son's back and small hard ass cheeks. "Feel the hot
... ... soft ... ... wet boypussy," he said as he pressed Patrick O'Shea's
fingers onto Danny's swollen asslips that clung wetly to the Coach's thick
cock.
"Hot pussy ... wet pussy ..." the Coach softly repeated over and over again
as he moved the man's fingers over Danny's slick pussylips.
The Coach pulled O'Shea's hand onto his thick black cockshaft where it
buried itself into Danny's boyhole. "Sooooooo goooooood!!!!" the Coach
moaned. "Fucking boypussy!" The Coach pushed more thick inches into Danny's
ass as his father's fingers slid along the sinking cock. Danny groaned
around Junior's pistonning cock in his mouth.
"Pussy wants more! Pussy wants mancum! Thick, loads of mancum!" jeered the
Coach as he brought O'Sea's hand down to cup his massive black cum-filled
balls. JT grunted as he sunk the remaining inches of his massive 11 inch
cock into Danny.
"P ... p ... p ... pussy ....." the word slid out between O'Shea's lips.
"Yeaaaaaa, hot boypussy!!!!" moaned the Coach as he dragged inch after inch
of his ebony cock out of Danny's clinging boyhole, then thrust back in
hard!
Still in a zombie state, O'Shea mumbled, "pussy ... pussy ..." over and
over as the Coach picked up his thrusts in the tight no-longer virgin
boyhole. Six thick ass juice soaked inches out, then six inches back. Over
and over again. Each thrust drawing out more and more. Seven inches in and
out; eight inches, then nine.
As he built his thrusts in intensity, the Coach deftly reached over to
O'Shea and snapped the pants clasp at the man's narrow waist. O'Shea's
throbbing 10 inch cock by itself forced the zipper to part. Danny's dad's
cock thrust out from the slit in his boxers and snapped up at a 45 degree
angle. A thick string of precum slashed out across Danny's naked back from
his father's cock. The Coach grunted in admiration as he say the man's huge
mushroomed cockhead.
"Suck ... suck ... suck ..." Junior began to snort as he rabbit fucked his
thick 9 inch cock into Danny's mouth. Junior grabbed Danny's head in both
his strong hands and plowed the boy's throat deep, his fat balls slapping
Danny's spit soaked chin.
"Yeaaaaaaaa, fuck the cockslut's mouth!!" bellowed the Coach.
"Yeaaaaaaa!" repeated O'Shea as if in a trance, merely parroting what he
heard.
"Fuck! ... fuck!! ... fuck!!!" Coach began to chant as he rocked his narrow
hips back and forth fucking Danny deep.
"Ohhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!" Junior wailed, his fat balls snapping up
against his thick black cockroot and pumping gallons of his hot cum load up
into his 9 inch shaft.
Danny's head snapped back on his neck from the force of Junior's suddenly
spewing cock. The first hot thick blast went straight down his throat, the
next flooded the back of his wildly sucking boymouth.
Junior continued to wail in his orgasm, when suddenly Danny's Dad roughly
grabbed his boy by a clump of his hair and started to slam his son's face
up and down on Junior's spewing cock. "SUCK COCK, SLUT!!!!" the elder
O'Shea screamed!!!!!
Danny fought to suck every wildly gushing bolt of Junior's thick hot load,
but it flooded his small mouth and spurted out the corners of his lips,
covering his young handsome face.
O'Shea jerked his son's face off Junior's cock and stared lustfully into
his boy's eyes as Junior's cock continued to throb and spurt wads of cum
across the boy's cheek.
"COCKSLUT WANTS MORE CREAM?!!!!" O'Shea sneered. ""TAKE YOUR DADDY"S
LOAD!!!!!" he howled as he slammed his fat 10 inch cock into his son's cum
filled mouth.
Coach JT grabbed Danny's flanks in his strong black hands and pile drove
his 12 inch cock deep into Danny's boypussy. He screamed, "TAKE MY LOAD!!!!
CUM PIG!!!!!!!" as his cock erupted deep in the boy's bowels.
* * * * *
I screamed around the thick black cockshaft pumping deep into my throat as
Carl drove his thick 11 inch cock into my spit-soaked manhole in one brutal
thrust!!!!! His massive precum soaked balls slapped into my leather
encased balls.
I sucked frantically at the guard's long fat cock as he repeatedly pumped
in deep into my tight milking throat. I desperately wanted his load - I
want cum and more cum. I wanted Carl's big load buried deep in my gut.
Carl held his big cock deep in me flexing the long fat shaft in my
intestines as he ran his strong hot hands over my back. I flexed my muscles
and ground my hard ass back against his sweaty hairy crotch. I wanted this
man! My only thought were to give him pleasure - as much as he was giving
me.
I concentrated on the feeling of his cock deep in me, forcing my inside to
grip and massage every inch of his buried fucktool. He groaned hotly and I
was pleased.
"Oh baby!!!" he moaned. "Hot, tight ass!!!! Sooooooo goooooooood!!!!"
The black guard quickly brought my focus back to his cock. "Come'on slut,
suck that cock!" he commanded as he forced my head up and down the full
length of his big black cock. "Work for Clive's load ... Have some hot
thick cream for you, cocksucker!"
I doubled my efforts in firmly sucking on his blood gorged cock as he
pumped it slowly between my wet lips. The flat of my tongue worked the
underside of his thick shaft on the down stroke. And as he sunk deep in my
throat I flexed my throat muscles to massage his sensitive cockhead. He
moaned on the out pull when I worked his retreating cockshaft to pressure
against his bulging cockveins with my hot wet lips. I knew I had him happy
as my tongue tip flicked at his deep cockslit searching for more of his
smooth precum. "Ohhhhh yeaaaaa, slut!!! Show Clive how bad you want his
load!!!"
During all this I did not forget my main objective - to drive Carl wild
with my ass. I slowly started to roll my hard cheeks in small circles on
his big cock, squeezing my internal muscles rhythmically to milk his
shaft. I struggled to balance myself on one extended hand and reached back
between my spread legs to hotly fondle his huge hanging ballsack. It was
thickly slimed with our combined precum and his balls churned easily in
their sack with my touch.
"Ohhhhh FUCK!!!!" Carl groaned. "You like that cock, don't you baby?!!!
... Well, Carl's gonna give your pussy what it wants, baby ..." He grunted
as he started to long stroke into my manpussy.
With each of his thrusts, the wet heat of his cock churned my insides into
a quivering mess. I had never felt such hot sex heat - my cock pulsed in
it's tight cockring. I became a slave to the two big mancocks filling me
from both ends. I served those cocks. I was slave to those cocks!!!!
Minutes flowed by and my body rose high and high in sex lust. COCK!!!
CUM!!! All I wanted was COCK and CUM!!!! I worked my body till I ached,
sucking and fucking.
My men ... MY MEN!!!! used me, used my hot sucking mouth, my wet tight
manpussy for their cocks ... I wanted them ... "More ... More
... More!!!!" my mind screamed.
At some point Carl began slapping my ass cheeks as he powered his 11 inch
cock deep into my ass. "SLUT!! CUM PIG!!! PUSSY!!! MANCUNT!!!!" he
randomly gasped as he thrusts got faster and deeper and harder.
Clive had me by my ears and was grinding his cock deep in my throat,
groaning, "Arghhhhhhhhhh ... suck cock .... suck it!!!!!"
It had to end. I was on a sex-lust high higher than I had ever experienced!
My whole body felt like a giant asshole cunt milking bigger and bigger
mancocks.
Suddenly Clive's grasp on my head tightened and he started to make erratic
short jabs into my stretched mouth with his fat black cock. "Ohhhh
... Ohhhhh ... Ohhhh!!" he babbled. Then slammed into my throat deep and
screamed, "CUMMMMMMMMMINNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!"
The first thick blast of Clive's load seared my throat. The second flooded
my mouth!!! I was being pulled back by Carl!!!!! Clive's spewing cock
slipped past my wet lips as Carl lifted my body to an upright kneeling
position on the bed. Clive's cock spewed bolt after bolt of his cum across
my retreating face as he wailed. I could hear shouts of "PUSSY SLUT" and
"COCKSUCKER" next to me as Bobby's Dad and the other guard unloaded into
Bobby's mouth and ass.
In my upright position my ass was slammed down hard on Carl's 11 inch
cock. He hit deep bottom in me as he grunted. I felt his massively thick
cock expand even further!! With a hot grunt of "FUCK YOU SLUT!!!!" he
reached around my chest and savagely twisted my nipples. I felt the first
thick blast of his cum so deep in me, that it triggered my own
explosion. My tightly cockring bound cock throbbed once hard and that shot
a fat glob of cum that spattered Clive's still cum seeping cock in front of
me.
Carl's cock shot and shot deep in me - forcing my own load to pump and pump
out of my distended cockslit in a never ending hot stream. My mind blurred
on the thoughts of "COCK CUM COCK CUM ..."
End of Chapter 10 - GASP!!!!!
Adam and Skip return in Chapter 11. Their Daddy shows them off to the road
construction crew in "DIG MY BOYS"!
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